Tag: spirituality
group name: firesmithwrites
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April 17, 2008 09:05 AM EDT --
Gather.com has introduced me to many new people; from all over the country (if not the world), of every shape, size and color, with opinions that vary from my own and with opinions that agree . . . more
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April 26, 2008 09:04 AM EDT --
I love my house. I love to surround myself with beautiful things. Sadly, I have NO BUDGET ! But I've been blessed to be imaginative, creative and unafraid to try . . . more
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January 26, 2008 04:11 AM EST --
Hell
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While mourners stand and weep upon the Earth
Before Almighty God your soul is weighed.
His agents have been watching since your birth
And judgement . . . more
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March 12, 2008 05:42 AM EDT --
My Violin
Our rosin powders mingle in the case,
Where, fallen from the belly and the bow,
Each particle trapped in the velvet space
Becomes our common . . . more
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May 30, 2008 04:02 AM EDT --
Sandro Filipepi (Botticelli) lived most of his life in Florence and, having been patronised by the wealthy Medici family, for whom he painted such masterpieces as The Birth of Venus, he fell under . . . more
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May 21, 2008 03:55 AM EDT --
A few years ago I visited Omaha Beach and the immaculately maintained American cemetry at Coleville-sur-Mer. It was a deeply moving experience, prompting these thoughts:
Meditation . . . more
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July 16, 2008 03:39 AM EDT --
Petrification
Before the cock crows
My heart hardens. Crystalline.
Blue veins in marble.
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Metamorphosis,
As thrice I deny your love.
I am become rock. . . . more
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April 15, 2008 08:19 AM EDT --
.....saw this today..........it's a good one.
It's your life. You are responsible for your
results. It's time to turn up the heat.
. . . more
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February 28, 2008 03:21 PM EST --
I never thought it would turn out like this,
But here it is and it's the end.
I could try to reconcile this life I'm living,
But it's so much work and I'm so tired of giving. . . . more
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January 14, 2008 06:13 PM EST --
Upward and inward,
My spirit soars.
It flies on the wind,
With eagle's wings.
My soul sings,
With the harps of a million angels,
Joining in the song.
Crush . . . more
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February 19, 2008 08:55 AM EST --
Seneca's Last Words
Virtuous friends, death now or hereafter
Is immaterial. We live, we die.
We may laugh in poverty; in wealth, cry.
The wind erases all . . . more
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March 24, 2008 10:04 PM EDT --
True, perfect love is rare. So rare, that I've never seen it between two people. Oh, I've seen love. The normal kind. The yes, I love you, until death do us part as long as you do what I . . . more
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December 19, 2007 11:02 AM EST --
What you need is a picture or an item that may represent what you have lost; 7 green candles and a gold or silver colored incense.
At noon hour, chant this 3 times:
"Guiding spirits I ask your . . . more
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May 26, 2008 09:28 AM EDT --
We've had extremely high winds here (Central Coast California) for several days. You may have heard that a life-threatening fire is now in its fourth day in the Santa Cruz Mountains. Fourth . . . more
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March 11, 2008 09:37 PM EDT --
" I am as curious about color as one would be visiting a new country, because I have never concentrated so closely on color expression. Up to now I have waited at the gates of the temple." . . . more
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April 23, 2008 11:19 PM EDT --
Drink out of the garden hose.
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January 07, 2008 01:22 PM EST --
Purgatory
The ocean of guilt, deep and turbulent . . . more
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December 20, 2007 07:46 AM EST --
Spell for Beautiful Hair
When to do this ritual: hag's hare moon, before Venus hour
Tools needed:
a brush
a pink candle
goddess oil
Venus incense
a mortar and pestle
a dash . . . more
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March 10, 2008 11:23 AM EDT --
Esthwaite Water
Low February sun shone through the copse
Turning the moss-furred boughs a brilliant green,
A fluorescent green that, dazzling,
Caught the breath . . . more
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February 02, 2008 06:41 PM EST --
I needed to find a speedy way to somehow immortalize the passing of a man who is one of the cornerstones of my being. Today I was blessed to speak to my dear friend at length before he crossed over.
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